[2019]

Today's date, 7.7.2019. It's his birthday today.
It's been almost 3 years now, since I left Bangalore .

I'm currently getting ready for my college in Delhi. We haven't really talked in all this time. He has been busy in his cricket schedules and me,  being a science student,in studies.

We did talk a lot initially, but then suddenly the messages stopped. His number has been out of existence since then and I have no idea why. Now i regret not taking Chandni di's or Ambi aunty's number just because 'Dev ka number hai na !'

Guess what?? He got selected for the IPL. Can you believe that? He is going to play with legends in the RCB team.Also,He played for the u-19 team in the Asia Cup.

We had won! We had freakin won!!

I felt so proud of this guy. My eyes were all glossy as I remembered all the cricket talks we had and how passionately he used to talk about cricket.

 I sometimes wonder if he even remembers me.

I leave home . I touch my necklace which he had given me, as soon as I get out of my house. This necklace has been my emotional support through these 3 years I've spent in Delhi. I've made a few friends. I hadn't been a girl who would want a hundred friends. It's better to have a few real friends than a hundred fake ones. Almost all of them usually only want to be friends because I'm captain of the girls basketball team of our college.

Basketball has been like a therapy even since I moved here.
I met my best friend through basketball only. Her name is Anika and  she knows about everything from Dev to my childhood trauma. Everything.

I get onto the bus and spot her. As soon as I look at her, I know she knows. I guess all my best friends have to bad at acting.

"Hi Ani" I say.
" Good morning madam. Kal raat soyi thi ya aakhri saal ki tarah phir Puri raat uski wajah se royi hai?"

" Arey, nahi yaar. Aaj  Iss saal agar ro deti na, to tu hi mujhe maar daalti. Aur mai uski wajah se nahi roti hu yaar. Aisa mat bol." I say.

Memories. They fuckin hurt.

" Avni, sun agar kismat Mai hoga to milega zaroor. Kismat pe bharosa rakh."

'Kismat ka toh pata nahi, par apne Kanha ji par zaroor bharosa hai. Woh jo karenge, acche ke liye hi karenge.' I think .

Apart from being the captain of the basketball team , I'm also the student head of the dance club. Which has resulted in a thousand proposals, including the captain of the school football team, Kabir Singhania.

Kabir, such a typical sobo name.
Honestly, not just the name but everything about him annoys me  to the core. I don't get what girls see in him. He has following me since class 11 now and I'm fed up of acting nice. If this was Bangalore, I would have told him to leave me alone for his own sake. But this is Delhi, you can't really trust people here. 'Just a few months' is what I keep telling myself so that I can calm down and fight my urge to shutting this guy off right now.

I guess dating is the last thing in my mind right now. I mean it's not like I haven't moved on yet, I just haven't found someone yet.

As far as getting roasted by friends for not being in a single relationship in school, it's fine. It's doesn't really bother now.

I head to the dance hall as I have to rehearse for my performance.
As the student head of the dance club, I have to prepare a dance for the annual fest of the college.

I take out my ghunghroo and start wearing them. Yes, I also learnt Kathak. I am performing a solo kathak performance and a group performance with the students of the dance club.

I put on my song,'Tum Tak' as I start feeling my body move as I practice my almost perfect choreography now.

As i get to the chorus, I turn and suddenly lose balance. I feel a sharp pain on my ankle.
Shit. I just got an ankle sprain which is going to take atleast 2 days to recover now. I know sprains can take 2 or more weeks to recover,but I've had these before and honestly, I actually gotten accustomed to it now. I can walk on a sprained ankle, but I can't dance. It's not that big of a problem because the annual day still has almost 20 to 22 days left.

I move to get my first aid done and the nurse isn't even surprised anymore.
This isn't the first time she is treating my ankle sprain.

She bandages my ankle and I move to the class.

After the college is over, me and Ani start heading out, just to face a particular dumbhead, Kabir.

"Hey, Avi!!" He calls out.
" Do not call me that. I've told you a million times now." I reply.

"Ok princess," I roll my eyes. 
"  Are you free today? Our chemistry teacher has assigned the project to both of us." He says  half smirking.

Not like I don't know that he probably threatened her to pair us up together. He is one of those spoilt kids from a rich family. College uske baap ke paise se chalta hai, Literally.

As much as I would love to say no, I don't want him threatening the teacher again and we decide to meet over coffee at Amalfi cafe. I decide to tag Ani with me as I can't afford to spend that much time with him alone.

So I guess we are facing a dumbhead at 5 in evening again.